Classic Poem

Begone ye cares that gnaw my breast,
For DAMON will be true;
From doubts, my bosom be at rest,
Vain jealousies adieu.

Compos'd of what was thou my thought?
Desire, and hope, and fear;
Tormentings — more for you I've nought,
Since DAMON is sincere.

Dear emblem of the happy state,
In yonder poplar boughs;
Proud to enjoy its milky mate,
A turtle fondly coos.

Such kindness, sure the swain will prove,
Ye maids, he must be true;
And PHILLIS, to requite his love,
Be kind as turtle too.